Strong coffee flavor: tobacco Coffee Lane

This is the alley I'm going to, opposite the old railway station in the "mysterious land".

Every afternoon, there is a flow of people here. This alley also has a petty bourgeoisie atmosphere, but it is somewhat different. There is no soft little music, no comfortable leather chairs and deliberately exposed exhaust ducts, and there is little deliberate material decoration. The narrow hutongs and old shops form a patio, that is, the coffee shop. Today, people who love leisure time have turned the street into a famous local coffee culture birthplace and food center.

Ho ho, RMB coffee bar.

With these eyes, I really want to help her, and I am well aware of the discomfort of dazzling eyes.

The deeper we go, the narrower and busier it is. The passing wind brought by people shuttling back and forth turns the newspapers on the coffee table over and over again, and the smell of tobacco floats through the mellow air from time to time.

This is a glamorous place.

Coffee drinkers, passers-by, no one knows what will happen in the next minute, light a cigarette, drink a mouthful of coffee, let time go by, unconsciously, the affair is by your side.

The little sister didn't roll a cigarette, she was lonely.

Almost all the women here smoke.